#young severus snape imagine

[sneppu]

I like to think that because Snape rarely shows skin aside from his hands and face, that to everyone else every little sliver of Bare Sneep™ seems outrageously scandalous and lewd. Severus Snape has no idea whatsoever that the tiniest slip of his sleeve to expose the tiniest bit of his wrist gets the entire wizarding population scandalized and flustered, like a bunch of Victorian fools seeing a woman's ankle for the first time.

[severussnapemylove]

30yo Alan Rickman. Severus definitely got mistaken for a student about ten thousand times when he started teaching.

[teacup-gathering-itself]

21 year old Severus Snape waking up to an eleven year old slytherin quietly calling his name from the doorway outside his personal quarters. He throws on a robe and stumbles to the door, bleary eyed and thoroughly exhausted.

“Yes?” He manages to get out, praying to every higher power that he won’t need to actually contribute energy into a human conversation at this ungodly hour.

“…Sir…I—I frew up”

[ms-snape]

Believe in me (Young!severus snapexreader)

Request: not arequest, but requests are opened, I really need to precise that cause I didn't receive any

Summary: Severus is in love with a close friend to the marauders

Warning: marauder's bully

Word count: 1457

Masterlist

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The Great Hall was alive with the raucous laughter and chatter of students. Long tables, laden with food, stretched beneath floating candles that flickered like stars against the enchanted ceiling. At the Gryffindor table, Y/N sat between Sirius Black and Remus Lupin, her laughter ringing clear as she recounted a story from their latest escapade.

“—and then James slipped right in front of Evans ! I thought he was going to fall right into the lake!” she exclaimed, her eyes sparkling with delight. Sirius nudged her, grinning.

“Yeah, but you should’ve seen his face! Priceless!” he howled, slapping the table with a loud thud.

Across the hall, Severus Snape sat alone at the Slytherin table, his dark eyes shadowed by his long, greasy hair. He watched Y/N with a mix of admiration and longing, his heart aching. She was everything he wasn’t—bright, lively, and surrounded by friends. The Marauders, her closest companions, were notorious for their pranks and teasing, and Severus was their favorite target.

“Hey, Snivellus!” James Potter’s voice boomed across the hall, drawing the attention of nearby Gryffindors. Y/N’s laughter faltered as she turned to see what was happening. “What’s it like being the biggest loser in school?”

“Leave him alone, James,” Y/N said, her voice firm. She leaned forward, her brows knitting together in defiance. “He hasn’t done anything to you.”

James scoffed, and Sirius chimed in, “Oh come on, Y/N! It’s just a bit of fun. Besides, he enjoys it.”

Severus scowled, his hands curling into fists. He wanted to vanish under the table, but Y/N’s presence anchored him. She always defended him, even when it seemed hopeless.

“Fun for you, maybe,” she shot back, her cheeks flushing. “But it’s cruel. You’re just bullying him because he’s a Slytherin.”

“Yeah, and he’s a total creep,” Peter Pettigrew sneered, snickering at the end of the table.

“Enough!” Y/N’s voice cut through the noise like a knife. The hall quieted, and all eyes turned to her. “Severus is my friend. He doesn’t deserve this.”

“Your friend?” Sirius echoed, raising an eyebrow. “You can’t be serious. He’s practically a Death Eater in training!”

Y/N’s breath caught in her throat at the accusation. “That’s not fair, and you know it! He’s not like that.”

“Then maybe he should stop acting like a weirdo,” James said, crossing his arms defiantly.

Severus felt the heat of shame wash over him. He wanted to defend himself, to yell back, but his voice was trapped in his throat. Instead, he turned away, focusing on the food in front of him, wishing he could disappear entirely.

Remus, who had been silent, finally spoke up. “Look, can we just drop it? Y/N is right. Severus hasn’t done anything to us. Can we not make someone feel terrible for no reason?”

Sirius rolled his eyes but shrugged. “Fine. Just thought we could use a little fun.”

Y/N shot Remus a grateful smile, and for a fleeting moment, Severus felt a flicker of hope. Maybe there was a chance for him, a chance to be more than just the outcast.

As the students resumed their chatter, Y/N caught Severus’s gaze. He looked away quickly, his heart racing. She was always kind to him, even when her friends were not. But the thought of her defending him only deepened his feelings, complicating everything.

After dinner, Y/N made her way toward the Slytherin common room, her heart pounding with each step. She couldn’t shake the feeling that she needed to talk to Severus, to understand him better. The Marauders had left her feeling unsettled, their casual cruelty gnawing at her conscience.

“Hey, Severus,” she called out softly as she approached him near a dimly lit corridor.

Severus looked up, surprised. “What do you want, Y/N?” His voice was a mix of curiosity and caution.

“I wanted to see if you were okay,” she said softly, stepping closer. “I’m sorry about how they treated you. They can be—”

“—insufferable?” Severus finished, his tone biting. “I know. But you don’t need to defend me. It won’t change anything.”

Y/N frowned, crossing her arms. “You deserve better than their bullying. You’re smarter than them, Severus. You know that.”

“Smart enough to be a target,” he muttered, his gaze dropping to the floor. “You don’t understand. They’ll never change. And neither will I.”

“Stop saying that!” Y/N exclaimed, frustration bubbling over. “You’re not a lost cause! You can be more than this.”

“What more can I be? A rejected Slytherin? The boy no one wants to be friends with?” he retorted, his voice rising. “You think I want to be in this position?”

Y/N took a step back, her heart aching at the pain in his voice. “I’m trying to help you. You don’t have to be alone, Severus.”

“Alone is all I’ve ever known,” he said, his voice cracking. “Why do you even care? You’re friends with them. You could be popular, happy—”

“I care because I see you!” she shouted, her cheeks flushed with emotion. “You’re not just some Slytherin. You’re smart, talented, and you’re my friend. I won’t let them treat you like this!”

Severus’s heart raced at her words, a mix of anger and something softer churning within him. “Y/N…”

Before he could finish, she took another step closer, her heart pounding. The world around them faded, and it was just the two of them in that narrow corridor. Without thinking, he leaned in, and their lips met in a tentative kiss.

It was electric—soft at first, then deepening as they both surrendered to the moment. Y/N’s hands found their way to his hair, pulling him closer, while Severus’s hands rested on her waist, as if he were afraid she might disappear.

When they finally pulled apart, breathless, Y/N searched his eyes. “See? You’re not alone.”

Severus’s expression softened, the walls he'd built around his heart beginning to crumble. “But they’ll never accept us,” he whispered, his voice barely above a murmur.

“Then we’ll show them they’re wrong,” she said fiercely, determination shining in her eyes. “I won’t let them bully you, and I won’t let you push me away either.”

Severus nodded slowly, feeling a warmth spread through him. “I don’t want to be alone anymore.”

“Then don’t be,” Y/N replied softly. “We can face them together.”

As the tension faded, a new understanding blossomed between them. They stood in silence, caught in a moment of shared vulnerability, a fragile connection that promised to grow stronger.

Days passed, and the dynamic between Y/N and the Marauders shifted as well. While Sirius and James were still quick to tease, they hesitated to attack Severus in front of her. It was a small victory, but it felt monumental to Y/N. Remus remained a quiet support, often stepping in to diffuse tensions when things got too heated.

One afternoon, as the sun cast golden light across the grounds, Y/N and Severus found a quiet spot by the lake. The water shimmered like glass, and the air was filled with the scent of blooming flowers.

“Do you ever wish things were different?” Y/N asked, her gaze fixed on the water.

“Every day,” Severus admitted, his voice heavy. “But I don’t know how to change.”

“You already have,” she said, turning to look at him. “You’re not just a Slytherin. You’re Severus Snape, and that’s enough.”

He met her gaze, searching for doubt but finding only sincerity. “What if they never accept me?”

“Then we’ll make our own path,” she said boldly. “We don’t need their approval.”

Severus’s heart swelled with emotion. “You make it sound so easy.”

“It’s not easy,” she admitted, her expression softening. “But it’s worth it.”

As they sat together, a comfortable silence enveloped them. The warm breeze rustled the leaves, and for the first time, Severus felt a sense of belonging—a feeling he had long thought impossible. He turned to Y/N, seeing her in a new light, not just as a friend but as someone who saw him for who he truly was.

“Thank you,” he said quietly, his voice filled with gratitude.

“For what?” she asked, tilting her head.

“For believing in me,” he replied, his heart racing. “I don’t know what I’d do without you.”

Y/N smiled, and in that moment, everything seemed to fall into place. The weight of his insecurities began to lift, and for the first time, he dared to hope for a future where he wasn’t alone.

As the sun dipped lower in the sky, casting a warm glow over the lake, Severus took Y/N’s hand in his. It was a simple gesture, but it held a promise—of friendship, of understanding, and perhaps something more. They sat together, watching the sun sink below the horizon, feeling the world around them

[ebysse]

week 2 - the professor

21 year old, post- deatheater. pre- billowing robes, silently judging stares and mocking sneers

[professorsnape394]

DAY 11 - Unrequited Love

Pairing: Severus Snape x Reader

Rating: 😡

Prompt: Buried

Summary: Long Buried feelings finally come to light and Severus does not know how to react.

A/N: For this one I took inspiration from the last Snapetober I participated in (2021). I found an half-finished unpublished story in my drafts, so here is it finished and fully fleshed out. Enjoy :-)

Warnings:  Angst. Rejection. Spoilers: Unhappy Ending.

Word Count: 2307

Credits to Gif Creator.

Hogwarts Christmas Ball, 1978.

Y/N stared across the dance floor longingly, her gaze captivated by the slender boy on the other side of the room. Despite his tattered dress robes, and slightly greasy hair, Y/N always found herself drawn to him. In fact, her attention was rarely on anything but him. Severus Snape had stolen Y/N’s heart long ago; it was just a shame he knew nothing about it.

Her stomach lurched at the sight of Severus approaching a familiar red-head. While Y/N spent her days watching the boy, Snape spent his trailing around after Lily Evans.

It did not come as a shock to see them at the ball together since it was rumoured her infatuation, James Potter, was absent due to a bad batch of pumpkin pasties. What was surprising, however, was the fact that Severus was supposed to be attending the ball with her. A fact that seems to have slipped his mind.

Fighting back a second bout of tears that week, Y/N turned her gaze elsewhere. While she was under no illusions that Severus would return her feelings, she had hoped that the two of them might enjoy one dance together, even if they remained only friends. She watched on from afar, as her date laughed with another girl. Her face burned with a mixture of jealously and embarrassment.

It wasn’t the first time Severus’ feelings for Lily Evans made her feel small. But it was the first time her best friend had betrayed her so blatantly.  

Hours passed and without a single offer to dance, her classmate’s uninterested in anyone else besides their own dates. Severus remained on the opposite side of the Great Hall, oblivious to the girl whose heart was breaking over him.

Finding the night to be a lost cause, Y/N resided to return to her dorm. With one last glance over her shoulder, she caught a glimpse of Severus and Lily dancing arm in arm to a slow song; her head positioned intimately on his chest, his lips brushing against her auburn hair.   When he turned in time with the music, Y/N recognised the unrequited look on his face as the same one she often wore around him. It was in that moment she lost all hope of ever ensnaring the man she so longed to love.

That night forever haunted Y/N’s memory even years after she had graduated from Hogwarts. It was the night she had lost all hope on love, and despite trying to overcome her teenage infatuation, the remnants of her feelings still remained. It was this that prevented her from finding love elsewhere, thus leaving her just as alone in her twenties as she had been as a teen.

Diagon Alley, 1985.

Y/N’s usual weekend ritual consisted of a trip to Flourish and Blotts to purchase a brand-new novel, then visit a local café to begin her next literary adventure. It seemed the only way to escape the bitter thoughts of reality that often creeped up on her whenever she was alone.

The familiar chime of the doorbell welcomed her into the shop, the wall of heat easing the sting of the cold winter air outside. She took her time browsing the bookshelves, roaming up and down the aisles multiple different times before settling upon her final pick.

Y/N finally reached for the hardback, tugging only to find it would not budge. The witch crouched to inspect the issue, finding a second hand tightly gripped the spine from one aisle over, seemingly as reluctant to let go as she was.

An irritated grunt echoed through the silence of the shop, and the book was ripped from her grasp.

“Excuse me, what exactly do you think you are doing?” Y/N exclaimed, marching her way around the shelves. “I had that book firs-“

Her voice trailed away, the sight of her competitor stealing all the breath in her lungs.

“Severus.” She gasped.

“Y/N?” He turned to the woman in surprise.

“It’s… good to see you.” She bit back the tone of shock in her voice. A sickly feeling forming in the pit of her stomach.

“How long as it been? I can’t remember the last we spoke.”

“I can.” She blurted without thought.

After that night at the Christmas Ball, Y/N swore to never speak a word to the man again. Though it pained her, it was ultimately the right decision to try and lessen the hold he had on her. What hurt more was that he never once tried to reach out after that night; it hadn’t occurred to Y/N that their friendship had meant so very little to him.

Snape raised an eyebrow questioningly, waiting for the woman to elaborate.

“I should get going. It was nice to see you again, Severus.” She made a dash for the door.

“Wait. Your book.” He called after her, feeling nothing but utter confusion.

“Keep it, it’s yours.” She disappeared from his sight.

Struggling for breath, Y/N planted herself in the far corner of the café, peeling off her layers of scarfs and her winter coat. Her encounter with Severus had sent her blood boiling, flushing her face with colour and breaking a sweat out on her forehead. He was both the first and the last man she wanted to run into on any given day, she just never expected it to actually happen.

He looked so different now; no longer the lanky teenager she first developed feelings for. Yes, his face had aged, but his slight wrinkles only added to his appeal. At least when she thought back on him, she was picturing the scrawny boy with clothes that barely fit him. Now, however, she would forever see him as the man he had grown to become; tall, broad shoulders, and not completely lacking in the muscle department. And it didn’t escape her notice how strong his grip was when he forced the book from her hands.

Burying her head in her palms, Y/N wanted to scream, cry and throw up all at once. What had once been a distant memory of a childhood crush was now back in full force and she couldn’t get the image of the man out her head.

There was no way of telling how long she sat like that, except for the fact her tea had long since turned cold and the busy streets of Diagon Alley had almost emptied.

Had her hands not been pried away from her face, she may very well have sat like that all night. Her eyes first landed on the leather-bound novel that had been placed gently in front of her, not daring to look at where it had come from.

“Y/N.” Severus spoke softly, announcing his presence.

“How did you know I was here.” She croaked, burning a hole into the cover of the book.

“I remembered how much you liked tea. There was only so many places you could run to.” He took the seat opposite hers. “Why did you run?”

Y/N fought the urge to bury her head in her hands again. How was she going to explain the bizarre reaction she had to seeing him again after all these years.

“What can I get you, Sir?” A waitress interrupted, buying her time.

“Coffee. Black.”

“That’ll be with you in just a moment.” She smiled, returning behind the counter, leaving the two of them to sit in silence once more.

The loaded silence between the two threatened to swallow Y/N whole. Her need to see the look on Severus’ face, outweighed the need to hide the embarrassment on her own. She appreciated he did not push her for an answer, but his intense stare had a similar effect. There was no escaping his question.

“Seeing you again, after all these years… it’s too painful.” She stuttered.

Severus swallowed; it was clear he did not expect such an answer from her.

“Care to enlighten me as to why an encounter with me is … painful for you?”

Y/N searched his face for a semblance of understanding, surely he was not entirely oblivious to her feelings for him.

“Do you remember the last time we spoke?”

Severus didn’t bat an eyelid at her swift change of subject.

“I didn’t think I did.” He started. “But upon seeing you again, I think I remember when it was.”

“It was the day before the Christmas Ball in our Seventh year. We were sat in the common room by the fire. I was telling you about my dress, I was so excited to wear it for the ball.” The memory of the moment had her blinking back tears, it hurt to recount the events. “We were complaining that we both had to attend the ball alone, almost everyone in our year had dates and frankly it was a bit embarrassing that no one had even thought to ask me. You on the other hand made your own choice by refusing to ask anyone at all, considering the one person you wanted to ask was already taken.”

“I recall.” Severus clenched his jaw at the mention of the late Lily Potter.  

“Do you remember what happened later that night? You came to me in my dorm; slightly dishevelled I admit, maybe you had been drinking? I don’t know. But you came to me and asked me to accompany you to the ball.”

Severus froze, the memory slowly coming back to him.

“I don’t think you ever knew how happy that made me. I was completely over-joyed at the thought of having a date to the ball. Not just any date; you. You were the only one I truly wanted to go with and I felt like my dreams were finally coming true. I could barely sleep I was so happy. I spent the whole next day prepping and primping, making myself look the best I possibly could, in the hopes I could somehow manage to impress you.”

“You did not need to impress me.”

“Didn’t I?” Y/N couldn’t help but laugh as a tear fell from her eyes. “Because if my memory is correct; despite my efforts to prepare for a magical evening with you, I spend all of it alone. I arrived in the Great Hall to find my date had apparently been double booked.”

Suddenly it all dawned on Severus at once. He had completely fucked up. Not only by forgetting his arrangement with you, but for leaving his friend on the lurch when she had no one else to go with. He had been so blind by Lily’s request to replace James; he had forgotten everything the two of them had spoken about the night before.

“Y/N.” Severus sighed, massaging his forehead.

“I discovered through my own humiliating research that Lily Evans had become short of a date at the last moment and came to you for help. Which you so graciously offered.” She swiped at the stream of tears pouring down her cheeks.

“Y/N, I’m so sorry.” Snape reached across the table to take her hand in his.

“It’s done now.” She sniffled. “But you never even spoke to me after that. All those years of friendship forgotten about in an instant.”

“You were avoiding me like the plague, Y/N. I had no idea what I had done to piss you off, all I knew was that you were mad at me. I thought it would be better if I left you alone.”

“I wasn’t mad at you Severus. I was in love with you.” She looked teary-eyed into his pitying gaze.

Her confession left Severus speechless. Had he really been so blind, that he hadn’t noticed his best friend was in love with him?

He swallowed, clearing the ever-growing lump in his throat.

“I had no idea.” His words were nothing more than a whisper.

“Well, you wouldn’t, would you? While I was staring at you, you were too busy looking at her.”

Severus closed his eyes, taking a second to think back. She was right, his entire youth was memories of pining after. He hadn’t even taken a second to appreciate the one girl who stuck by him through it all.

“That still doesn’t explain why you ran away from me just now? Did I hurt you so bad that you’re still annoyed with me?”

It was Y/N’s turn to fall silent now.

“I think I should go.” She said after an uncomfortably long pause.

Y/N rushed to stand from the small wooden table, Severus stood just as quickly, blocking her exit path.

“Tell me.” He stared intensely into her eyes, his cold hands wrapping around her dainty wrist. “Please.”

The length between his words and hers seemed to go on for days. Finally, she gathered the courage to say the words she had been holding in for so many years.

“I think… I think I might still be in love with you.” His hand fell from hers, retracting as if he had been burned.

While it was her instinct to run away as far as she could, Y/N suspected this would be the one time she would regret fleeing. She needed to hear what he had to say.

“I… I don’t know what to say.”

Her heart sunk.

“Nothing.” She swallowed past the lump in her throat. “If the obvious doesn’t occur to you, then the best thing to say would be nothing.”

“I’m sorry.” He repeated sincerely.

“It really is time I should get going.” This time Severus stepped out of her way, allowing her access to the door.

“Your book.” He lifted it from the table.

“Keep it. If you ever have a change of heart, I might borrow it from you someday.”

Severus nodded, understanding her words.

Y/N took one last glimpse of him before leaving, flashing him a sad smile that might haunt his memory forever.

[dinxieyinxie]

i like to think sev has a tint of brown in his eyes but it only shows in the sunlight :33

[nightingale2004]

Tattoos, I think Severus Snape would have

(If he got them)

The placement of these tattoos would definitely be somewhere he can cover up and easily hide where no one can see them, whether it's his uniform or any clothing of his.

I also believe he would do these himself during the later years of Hogwarts since he couldn't afford a tattoo artist to do it for him, so he decided to do it himself.

They would also have a different meaning for him, like protection for himself, surviving his trauma, his mental health, his want for freedom, depression, and his darkness and inner chaos that he sees inside himself. But that's just my opinion.

Also, I know he would never have tattoos realistically, but a girl can dream, and this is just my opinion if he DID have tattoos. Once again, it is not Canon.

[nyxakraria]

😩😩😩😩😩😩❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

[turvi]

Helloooooooo! I saw your clingy Severus fic, and absolutely loved it so muchhhhhhh!

If possible, could I request something a bit like the opposite? I would love to see Severus with an s/o who’s BEYOND cuddly, and will kind of just find him between classes (or whenever they can rlly) and just cling to him like a needy cat XD.

They won’t do it if he’s not comfy with it, but I could also see Sev melting if s/o would just cuddle up to him even if people are around lol

Ahh, thank you so much for this request. I am glad you loved the fic. I hope you enjoy it.

WARNING: HINT OF SEX (LIKE ONE LINE?)

Severus was returning back to his office for the lunch break. The students make way for the potions master. His ominous presence scares all the living souls present in Hogwarts. All except one.

His wife.

She waits in his office preparing tea for him. As soon as he enters his office the smell of cinnamon and tea fills his senses. He never liked the strong smell of spices. But he never even told his wife either. He wondered why. He would always look for opportunities to ridicule or critique people. But he could never do that to his Y/n.

His sweet Y/n. She is an angel really. But Godric it feels like she keeps making an excuse just to cling to him. But he doesn't hate it. No. Even though he doesn't show it he accepts the warmth Y/n has for him. He has been cold and lonely without her.

She feels like the spring that comes after a harsh cold. The kind of spring that mother earth celebrates. The kind of spring that brings out life.

As if on cue Y/n turns back and smiles brightly at his sight. He thinks she might be the only one who is this happy to see him. And he is thankful. And as expected before Severus could even greet her she took him in her arms.

Even after being together for Godric knows how long (because it feels like he has known her for his whole life), his heart still flutters when she holds him like this. He can only pat her back. And she gets it. It's his way of saying he loves her. He loves how she gets he is still not used to this type of affection.

As she busies herself in making tea for him again he remembers how she had unexpectedly shown up in his life. So full of love and life. He previously hated how bright she is. How she could find the good in the bad. Heck, she found something great in him hence she decided to spend her life with him.

He remembers how he would be annoyed at how clingy she is. How he would grumble and groan when she would hug him tightly. How he would frown and tell her she is constricting his breathing. But he wouldn't admit how he would look up at his office door every time it would open, expecting her. How it would break his heart to find it was someone else and not her. When she got sick and had taken leave for a few days..he missed the feeling..he craved it. How when he finally saw her he had to control himself from taking her into his arms then and there.

Like usual she put his tea on the coffee table and took a seat right beside him, nuzzling her nose in his neck. He shivered when he felt her breath against his skin and surprisingly his hands as if they had their own mind dragged her closer to him.

He didn't even pay attention to the tea sitting on his coffee table despite its strong smell. His onyx eyes focused on her. The sunlight seemed to have been glowing brighter as it hit her skin. He was almost afraid to touch her even though he had ravished her last night. He was afraid his touch would ruin something so beautiful like her.

He looked into her eyes. They always looked soft and kind. His touch is featherlight on her cheeks. She leaned into his touch even though it was light. His heart raced as she leaned into him, her eyes asking for permission.

He knew he couldn't love her anymore. His eyes teared up watching her still being respectful of his boundaries as if he will say no and she will still love him as much as she did on the day she met him.

He met her halfway and kissed her passionately. Y/n was surprised when she felt his arms tightening around her waist. She smiled at him as they broke from their kiss. He was slowly but surely accepting the kind of love she had for him.

A/N: I hope you like this. REBLOGS AND COMMENTS ARE APPRECIATED.

[eternallyseverus]

!YOUNG Severus Snape x y/n | Drunk People do not lie

COFFEE | On AO3 here - 1595 words

Summary: Severus and you became best friends and feelings start to develop but none of you dares to say anything, not sure about your own feelings but everything is cleared out once the two of you end drunk in a Slytherin party.

A/N: I am not a native English speaker so I am sorry for any spelling mistake and if my first smut scene is too bad :D. I tried my best! Also I am not 100% happy with this one. It is intended to be a two chapters story but I am not sure if you guys will like it. :] Maybe the beginning is a bit slow because I ALWAYS HAVE THE NEED TO GIVE A CONTEXT AND A DEVELOPMENT.

Triggers/Warnings: Y/N is a she probably using female pronouns. Both are of age. Mentions of bully. Alcohol involved and hint of sex / intimacy. I think I am not forgetting anything else. :] ---------------------------------------------------- Severus and you have been inseparable since at the beginning of the seventh year he was paired with you in a potion project but it was hard, extremely hard for you to get closer to him and to be able to call each other best friends.

It was obvious why he was reluctant to let you in. People would mock him, bully him and life taught him nothing but to be defensive towards everyone and every moment in his life so the moment you started to show him kindness (since the very first minute you were paired with him for that project) he taught that it was because you needed to get a good grade so it was convenient for you to treat him like that.

But it wasn’t like that.

You heard a couple of rumors about him which you dismissed because luckily you grew up with the mindset of judging the people yourself with their actions not with the words other random people had about them.

You only found him a bit cold and grumpy but you thought that it was something normal because people are different so it might not be in his nature to be a warm person. But you were wrong about that.

The day you found him being teased in the Great Hall by the marauders, the way others laughed and didn’t do anything made your blood boil and you quickly got in the middle of their actions, threatening the entire group and not hesitating to take out your wand to duel them if needed. All of those weeks made you grow fond of Severus, of how intelligent, quiet, respectful he was. How hardworking as well and every time he looked at you, you were starting to see a hint of his kindness and some softness that was covered by layers of… something that you couldn’t quite decipher until that precise moment.

During that night the two of you went to the Astronomy Tower and he thanked you for your kindness and he broke in front of you, crying in your arms and telling you everything that he has been going through.

And you listened without interrupting him, only offering your warmth, your gentle strokes to his long hair and your shoulder so he could cry on.

Severus knew that you perhaps were different, not judging him and not treating him differently after talking about his life, about his pain, about his trauma.

Through the following weeks the cold and short answers became longer and warmer ones, gaze exchanged through the library and you dropped your circle of friends to spend more time with him.

He became even more gentle in everything: with his words, with his actions and with his small touches in your arms and hands whenever the two of you talked, worked or studied together.

It was due to that that you started to feel uneasy because Severus started to be, sometimes, unexpected with his words towards you.

“You look pretty today” or some “I just saw this flower and it reminded me of you when you smile” or even a daily “I missed you” every time the two of you met.

You reciprocated his words each time with a timid blush in your cheeks that (you didn’t know) he extremely loved and you started to feel some tingling around your body.

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Before Christmas Holidays arrived the Slytherin House decided to do an illegal party in a hidden part of the castle to celebrate the end of the year so obviously you had to go.

You begged him and with pouty lips and some kind words Severus had accepted to go with you knowing that no one would dare to say something to him if you were around.

So there you were with him. Surrounded by sweaty and drunk colleagues, alcohol floating around and loud music.

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“Stop telling me these things” you said breathlessly, the loud music making it hard for Severus to understand you.

“Tell you what?!” he said a little bit too loud due to the extra cups of butterbeer, firewhiskey and wine plus the loud music was making it difficult to understand you.

“Stop telling me these things Sev” you said again sounding a little bit annoyed. Severus didn’t hear your tone but he completely knew when you would be annoyed due to the change in your body expression.

His hand went to cup your cheek and your body temperature rose way too fast for your liking. Severus was almost in auto pilot, his desires and feelings conducting his actions and all was thanks to the alcohol.

“Telling you what? That I enjoy being around you? That you look pretty today?” he repeated some of the things he has been telling you tonight and you just nodded slowly.

“Yes, all of that Sev” you confirmed to him, getting closer and both bodies extremely closer. It was needed so your mouth could go closer to his ear so he could hear you better.

“And why would I need to stop?” He replied back to you, his mouth also closer to your ear.

You didn’t realize but he had wrapped his left arm around your hip so both of you could be positioned better but the truth was that he desired for your warmth.

“Because you make me feel things, Sev” you replied a little bit too honestly, praying that you would not make him feel uncomfortable.

Severus blinked twice and looked at you and he placed his glass of firewhiskey on a table that was on his right side.

“What… things?” he ventured to ask. 

You gulped and started to speak again, slowly, trying to carefully pick your words and your hot breath tickling his neck and earlobe making him lose the left control he had in himself.

“You make me feel things, Sev. When you talk to me like this, When you hold my hand. When you look at me. I feel butterflies inside of me” you pointed at your stomach feeling silly “And make me yearn for your touch, and look good only for you” He was looking at your lips hearing everything you had to tell him. He only was able to say the last sentence

“Good only for me” 

“Yes, for you” you replied back, your mouth moving slowly towards him.

“And… only me” he moved his mouth as well, this time his lips brushing softly against yours. “What you are feeling, y/n, is love” he ventured to say in a bold move. Once again, thanks to the alcohol.

“Do you think so?” you replied back mimicking the soft brushes of his lips. 

“I do, because I do feel the same” and after that sentence he closed the gap and he gave you a clumsy kiss. Thin lips warm that tasted like a weird mix of alcohol but that made you have your eyes widened processing his confession and his kiss.

The music was loud and your heart was pounding, your thoughts racing trying to understand that he had the same symptoms as you do: love, desire, yearning to be touched.

Your hands wrapped around his waist and you kissed him feverishly, biting from time to time his bottom lip earning a soft moan from him.

People were glancing at the two of you, Severus kissing a girl and you kissing him. No one said anything, but it was obvious what they were thinking.

Your hand moved from his waist to unbutton his shirt and he grabbed your hand softly to stop you and then he shook his head.

“Not here, not now” he said breathlessly and pressed his forehead against you.

Your shoulders slumped thinking that maybe, just maybe, your advances were making him uncomfortable and that he didn’t like you more than to share some kisses.

“O okay Sev, I am s sorry” you stuttered, feeling shy. Maybe he was right, it was in the middle of a party but the two of you could move to the bathroom or an empty chamber?

“I am not rejecting you. I said not now and now here” he said a bit shyly and he intertwined his fingers with yours.

“You don’t deserve your first time with a drunk man, in a nasty bathroom or bedroom. You deserve it in a nice place where I can give you time and the sober kisses you deserve”

Severus didn’t know that these words and feelings existed inside of him. And he never thought that he had a chance to share this time of actions with someone else and more with someone who really liked that much. 

But it was the truth.

He didn’t want to give her drunk kisses, quick encounters in a nasty place in the middle of parties. Not, at least, in her first time. Even if it was his first as well he only priority was her and only her.

You nodded slowly and gave him a smile. Severus stood silently looking at you and you stood looking at him.

“Wanna go on a date with me?!”

“Perhaps we can have a… date?!”

The two of you laughed after asking each other at the same time for a date. Even in your drunken state you found him the most handsome man in the entire world.

No need to confirm that indeed the two of you would be accepting each other’s date but you simply kissed him once again enjoying the rest of the night and a couple of butterbeers more that earned a huge hangover the following day.

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November Prompt 7: Soft

Words: 713 | Pairing: Severus Snape x reader

It’s exceptionally cold this morning, maybe because Severus had left in the middle of the night for a meeting. You hadn’t asked what it was about; though, you were more than curious about your lover’s frequent partings at dawn.

Your eyes flutter open to a ray of sunlight peeking through slips of the heavy, emerald green curtains. The sunlight illuminates a single crack across the ceiling.

With his absence and his blankets doing no justice, you toss them back and shiver towards his makeshift wooden wardrobe in the corner of his room. Severus doesn’t have much, but he never did. It was the trauma. In a sense, it had carried over from childhood or throughout the years of his life in general.

The lesson? Well, it’s simple. You can’t miss what never belonged to you.

So, with the slim pickings in his wardrobe, your palms mull over a thick wool sweater. You’ve never seen him wear it, not even once in the years you’ve been together. The wool is soft and warm against your frigid fingertips and the coolness of the space, so you settle on taking it out. Slowly removing it from the hanger, you turn towards the mirror, eyeing it against you over the nakedness of your body.

Somewhere in the rush, just the night before, you’d lost your own clothes before Severus’ hands and mouth had replaced where they’d been. And you’d look for them, but it’d be of no use. Just knowing Severus, they were probably cleaned by him long after you drifted to sleep in his bed and hanging outside to dry, knowing his need for order in even the simplest of things.

In the stillness of the morning, at least inside, you listen to the scraping of the old maple tree branches brushing against the tiny house. You listen to the whirling of dead and dying leaves spiraling in the wind before coming to a crash against the forest floor. You listen to the howling of the wind bristling through the tops of endless ascending trees.

In the house, you gaze away from the foggy mirror, not foggy from perspiration, but foggy from aging. Your eyes roam over the tattered, brownish black wallpaper. It’s peeling in the corners just a bit, revealing a grayish gold tint underneath. He had covered it all up when he’d moved here, much like you covering yourself in the softness of his sweater.

The wool fabric falls just above your knees and itches slightly against your goose-bumped skin, but you pay no mind now that you’ve been shielded from the cold.

Searching for a bit more warmth, you wander into the kitchen where the same wallpaper is peeling and reach into the cabinet for a mug. You settle with tea at the wooden table, perched in an unvarnished wooden chair. The fingertips of your left hand curl around the mug and your right ones rub into the unfinished carvings in the table top.

You watch the leaves swirling just outside the small paneled window above the old, rusting sink until the steam curling from the mug becomes too much a distraction. Just as you stand to move, the front door swings open, bringing in a gush of the cold that makes your legs tremble, then comes the heat.

“Sev,” you hum, immediately placing the mug on the table to rush towards him.

He tosses his coat on a nearby chair and kicks his shoes off before greeting you. He allows his coolness to melt into your warmth until he’s just warm enough to place his hands on your cheeks.

His eyes fall into your gaze and all the words he wants to say, the words that linger on the tip of his tongue, fall short in the exchange of gazing into each other. It’s like peeking into pieces of each other’s soul. Both your lips tremble, yearning for each other in the realization of it all. The realization being, the two of you are madly in love, no matter how mad love can be.

And with that profound realization, he brings his lips to yours, allowing them to curl against you. You’ve always found so much warmth in his kisses, so much softness there… in his touch, when he is with you.

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Imagine: Severus and the Marauders helping you escape an arranged marriage.

Pt 1/?

(Young!Severus x Reader)

(Warning: mentions of SH)

The anguished wails that had echoed off the domed ceiling of the astronomy tower had subsided into choked sobs.

Your face buried into his chest, Severus gripped you tightly as your whole body jerked and trembled and you gasped out the last of your sobs violently.

"I won't do it" Your grip on his cloak tightened. "I won't, they can't make me! I'm 18 now, I don't have to if I don't..."

You trailed off, both of you aware of how hollow those assertions were. At the end of the year, you family would meet you at the train station, and traffic you off to some chapel or ministry office and all but physically force you to sign the marriage certificate.

"Oh, God" a fresh round of sobs threatened to wash over you as your breathed deeply. "I can't, I can't do it."

Severus wished he had some words of comfort, some grand plan to protect you from what was to come. But when you dropped the news on him, it was as if all the air had been knocked out of his lungs.

"I'm sorry" He breathed, "Darling, please we'll think of something. We just need some time."

You only had two days.

You sighed, wiping your eyes and drawing away from him. You looked up at him with puffy, blood shot eyes with fresh tears threatening to spill down your face.

"You can't take me away from you" You tried to sound firm but came off as desperate. "They'll have to drag me away kicking and screaming. I'll kill myself before-"

"Don't say that!" Severus grabbed your face so tightly it hurt. "Don't you ever say that again! No, you won't do that, because we are going to think of something."

He tried to sound sure, but you could hear the fear the edged his voice.

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The next day your tears had dried, but in every room, you brought a shadow of grief. Like a drifting ghost, gazing ahead with sightless eyes, saying nothing to anyone at all.

"Hey"

Your head had drooped over your desk, deaf to whatever the professor at the head of the class way saying.

"Y/N?"

You glanced to the side and found two well-formed faces blinking at you expectingly, conveying both curiosity and pity.

"What, Black?"

"I... well, We-" He swallowed, "We heard, about what's happening. To you, I mean."

"Come to congratulate me?" You spat sharply.

"No" Sirius growled, going impatient.

"It's just that-" James whispered over Sirius, "We think we know a way to get you out of it."

Your body stiffened; your grip snapping the quill in your hand.

"Don't you fucking play with me" You growled "Don't you do it."

"We're not!" Sirius insisted. "Look, I know we haven't always been on the same side. But this is serious. It's not fair. And if there's a way we can help, we want to."

You stared at them both, shocked at first, then feeling a fresh wave of tears as hope began to sink it.

"Please" you whispered. "Anything you can do. Do it"

At the end of the day, you sat in the courtyard, looking around you expectantly.

Where were they?

"Y/N!"

You shot up and whipped around, smiling smally as Severus took long strides across the courtyard. As he approached you, he took your face in his hands and dress your brow to his.

"You said it was urgent."

"It is" You nodded, take a moment to appreciate the closeness between you, "We may have an out. But you're going to have to trust me, okay? I mean really trust me."

"With my life. " He nodded firmly, before glancing over your shoulder and frowning deeply. "Oh fuck, here we go."

You glanced back and watched as James, Sirius, and Lily approached.

"No, no, no. I said to trust me. Remember?" You grabbed his face to redirect his attention. "Please, please just do this for me."

"Hackles down" James sighed "We're not here to fight"

"Then what do you want?" Severus tried to keep the edge out of his, if only for your sake.

"We have an idea." Sirius began. "But it's going to take a lot of work. And if we want it to work, we're going to have to trust each other. If only temporarily."

"That's a big ask."

"Please" You grabbed his hand, pressing your brow back to his. "Please, this needs to work. I can't bear the idea of them taking me away from you. I won't survive it."

Severus swallowed hard, his grip on your hand tightening before letting out a drawn-out sigh.

"What, exactly, is your plan?"

"Congratulations, you two" James grinned. "You're getting married."

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Even with the expansion charm, the chest was cramped.

You were practically in Severus's lap, too scared to blush, as you glanced at the girl sitting across from the two of you.

"Thank you." You began carefully, "For doing this, Lily."

The red head had been operating in uneasy silence since the beginning. You knew there was tension between Severus and Lily, but you tried to keep out of it.

Severus moved you off of him slightly and sighed.

"I-"

"Don't" Lily stopped him. "I am not doing this for you. I think it is barbaric and medieval for anyone to be forced into marriage. Especially when it's a woman being practically sold like chattel."

Her green eyes narrowed at him sharply. "That being said, if you get cold feet and back out of this at the last minute, I'll kick your ass myself."

She would too.

You grabbed Severus's hand and smiled trying to break the tension, "This really isn't how I envisioned my wedding day as a girl, but..." A cold chill ran up your spine. "Are you sure you want to do this?

"What?" He blinked at you.

"You have a whole life ahead of you." Dread crept into your soul as you continued. "And I... I don't want to take that away from you."

"Are you out of your mind?" He scoffed. "My life's potential will not be diminished by being attached to you. If anything, it will be improved greatly by your company."

The crate jerked to a stop, and Lily shushed them both. There was muffled voice above them and your blood froze in your veins. Severus's grip tightened and pulled you closer to him as you strained to hear what was going on above.

Please God, you prayed, please just let us pass

Once the crate started to move again, you let go of a breath you didn't know you were holding.

The crate was flooded with light as the lid swung open and James peered it. "We've left the station, you two have an appointment at the Ministry in 15 minutes, so everyone out."

You scrambled out of the crate and looked at James and Sirius for a second, suddenly acutely aware this may be the last time you ever see them.

"Snape."

"Hm?"

Sirius shuffled awkward, "I....This makes us even, alright?"

Severus blinked at him blankly for a moment before glancing away silently.

There were no goodbyes as You, Severus, and Lily made your away to the Ministry as quickly as possible. But by the time you arrived you were already 10 minutes late and the office you were supposed to enter was being locked up.

"No, no no no no!" You begged to no one in particular.

"I'm sorry, miss." The judge shook his head, jamming his keys into his pocket. "I'm gone for the day."

No, no you don't understand." You stumbled after him, gripping your last-minute fiancée's hand like a vice. "We *need* to get married today. It absolutely cannot wait."

The judge looked the two of you up and down and scoffed with a shake of his head. "Look, you seem like nice kids. But maybe hold off for a few years, huh?"

"Sir" Lily rushed forward, pulling the judge aside "It's just...my friend here" she motioned to you and pulled a pitying face, lowing her voice to a scandalized whisper. "She's gotten herself into a bit of *trouble*, if you know what I mean."

The judge blinked for a second before nodding in sudden understanding.

"He's just trying to do right by her, you know? Trying to do the honorable thing."

The judge straightened up stiffly and sighed. "I can respect that. Come in and I'll make it quick. I hope you know what you're doing, young man."

The wedding last about 15 minutes, no vows, no rings, just three signatures and a firm handshake from the judge and that was it.

"Be good to each other." Lily advised them, walking slightly ahead before eyeing Severus in particular. "Don't ruin it this time."

Standing hand in hand in the middle of the ministry lobby, you released your first free breath in three days with a laugh.

"Oh, my God" You leaned into your now husband, who draped a long arm over your shoulders. "We did it"

"We did" in a voice so calm it almost wasn't appropriate for the situation. "Now what?"

"Now...." You breathed. "I don't know. I didn't plan this far out."

"Hm" Severus swallowed, anxiety creeping in rapidly as he tried to seem as nonchalant as possible, "Well, first things first, we might want to tell your parents the wedding is off."

0You thought on this for a moment before smiling deviously, "Nah" you shook your head with a sly grin. "Let them sweat for a while. After all, this is our day, not theirs."

[teacup-gathering-itself]

Severus getting a prep cook job in Cokeworth one summer and picking up solid mf knife skills. Like those culinary school chopping videos. Just fast asf precise knife work and handling.

He gets back to Hogwarts and it’s just business as usual until he’s DEAD tired one day and is prepping ingredients in Slughorn’s class. He gets to something that needs to be sliced uniformly and is similar in shape/size to food he prepped at the restaurant and muscle memory just kicks into overdrive.

The whole classroom freezes and looks at him because idk if y’all know this but that shit is LOUD compared to hesitant knife work. It smacks the cutting board and has a way different rhythm than normal kitchen noise.

Yeah it’s a skill no one has encountered unless they have been back of house at a restaurant.

Severus is too exhausted to process that anyone is paying attention to him so he just keeps going. Ingredients? Prepped? Potion? Brewed with gusto, like he was born to do it. His brain isn’t online so he’s acting like it’s a dream and adds in some flourish and flair, a trick to catch a knife, a fancy stir to help aerate the brew, a crazy amount of multitasking just because he can.

Jaw dropping behavior.

Slughorn doesn’t know how to react honestly, and is spared needing to praise him considering Severus is half awake when he hands his potion to his head of house.

[ms-snape]

Can you pretty please write an imagine about having a toddler/baby with Snape and him who was originally against kids, suddenly develops baby fever and starts hinting (but it gets progressively worse and less of hints and more obvious and straight up saying) about having another baby?

Thank you in advance!!!!!🥹☺️

Title: Another One

Warning: None

Words Count: 3000+

Masterlist

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Severus Snape had never been a man for children. It wasn’t that he despised them or lacked the capacity to care, but children had always felt like a distant and unnerving concept to him. They were noisy, unpredictable, and he couldn’t quite figure out how to connect with them. His life had always been consumed by darker thoughts—by the looming shadows of his past, the weight of his mistakes, and the mission that had occupied so much of his energy and time.

So when his wife, Y/N, had approached him with the news of their first pregnancy, he had not responded with joy or excitement. Instead, there was a hollow feeling in his chest, a sinking sensation that he couldn’t ignore. He’d always been content with the life they had built together—a life that had started slowly, cautiously, and with much hesitation on his part.

But somehow, Y/N had won him over. Her gentle presence had been his anchor for years. She had seen past the mask of bitterness and mistrust that he wore, had understood the complexities of his soul better than anyone else ever had. And for reasons he could not fully comprehend, he had agreed to become a father with her.

Their daughter, Ella, had arrived in the middle of the night, a small bundle of soft skin and wailing cries. Severus had stared at her in stunned silence as Y/N held her in her arms, the newborn’s tiny face scrunched up in indignation at the world. He had been terrified. Terrified not of the birth—he had been present, of course—but terrified of the responsibility, of the unknown.

But now, months later, he found himself in the nursery, staring down at the small bundle that lay in the crib before him. Ella was a few months old now—perhaps four, though time had lost its sharp edges in the haze of new parenthood. She was the light of their home, her dark eyes gleaming with an innocent wonder that made Severus’s heart ache in ways he didn’t quite understand.

“Ella,” he murmured softly, bending down to look at his daughter as she lay there, her tiny hands waving in the air, her chubby little cheeks pink from sleep. A soft gurgle escaped her lips, and Severus found himself smiling—an unfamiliar, fragile expression that felt almost foreign.

She adored him. That was the most startling thing about being a father. Ella didn’t just like him. She adored him. She would reach out for him when he entered the room, her tiny fingers grasping for his hands as though she knew exactly who he was. And every time he picked her up, he felt that little pulse of warmth in his chest, that overwhelming sense of purpose he never knew he could have.

But the problem was, he didn’t know how to be a father.

He had spent his life training in Potions, in dark arts, in the art of deception. He had faced death, betrayal, and sorrow. But none of that prepared him for this—being a parent, holding a tiny human who relied on him completely. He had no idea what he was doing.

Y/N, of course, was incredible at it. She had an instinctive ability to calm Ella, to make her laugh with a simple smile, to soothe her with the soft lilt of her voice. Severus had no such talents. His voice was too harsh, too low. His movements were often stiff, and sometimes he felt utterly overwhelmed by Ella’s needs—feeding, changing, the constant vigilance required to keep a baby happy.

But Ella, in her innocent way, didn’t seem to mind. She loved him, and she trusted him. That fact alone terrified Severus.

One evening, as he sat in the armchair by the fire, reading a particularly complex potion manual, Y/N came into the room with Ella cradled in her arms. Ella’s tiny face peeked out from under a soft knitted blanket, her dark hair sticking up at odd angles.

“You’re not reading that nonsense to her, are you?” Y/N asked, a teasing smile playing on her lips.

Severus’s eyes flickered up from his book, irritation curling at the edge of his thoughts. “I’m not reading it to her,” he replied gruffly, setting the book aside with a slight wave of his hand. “I’m reading it for myself. You’ll forgive me if I don’t resort to nursery rhymes.”

Y/N chuckled, settling into the chair next to his. She lifted Ella so that the baby could gaze at her father, her tiny hands reaching out with wide eyes full of wonder.

Severus swallowed, his heart thumping.

Ella’s gaze locked with his, and she gave a small, gurgling giggle. His lips twitched in the faintest of smiles. The noise seemed so absurd to him, this soft, childish sound, but it filled him with a strange pride, a warmth he couldn’t quite shake.

“You’re making it hard to be mad at you when you look at me like that,” Severus muttered, his voice rough.

Y/N laughed softly, the sound a gentle melody that seemed to lighten the weight on his chest. She leaned over and kissed him on the cheek, careful not to disturb the baby between them. “She’s going to be just like you,” Y/N said quietly, her voice soft with affection. “She already is.”

Severus looked at Ella again, his eyes softening. She was still giggling, her hands now reaching for the thick fabric of his robe. He let out a sigh, a mixture of exasperation and wonder.

“I never asked for this,” he admitted, his voice low. “I never wanted… this.”

Y/N glanced at him in surprise, her brow furrowing slightly. “But you’re doing wonderfully, Severus. Look at her. Look at how she looks at you. She adores you.”

His gaze flickered to the baby in her arms, and he saw that glimmer of trust again in Ella’s eyes. It both warmed and unnerved him. “I don’t know what I’m doing, Y/N. I wasn’t… prepared for this.”

“You never could have been,” she replied gently. “No one is. But you’re doing your best, and that’s enough.”

Severus’s gaze dropped to his hands, his fingers fidgeting in his lap. “I don’t know if it is enough,” he muttered. “I don’t know how to… be a father.”

Y/N’s voice softened, and she leaned closer, placing a hand on his arm. “You’re doing just fine, Severus. You love her. That’s all that matters.”

For the briefest moment, Severus let himself believe her. His mind wandered back to Ella’s first few months—how she would sometimes cry, and he would feel completely useless. How she would smile at him, and it would feel like a blessing he didn’t deserve.

But recently, something else had begun to stir in his chest, something he couldn’t ignore. It was an ache, a longing.

He wanted another child.

He didn’t understand it. It was absurd, really. After all, he had never wanted children. He had thought one was more than enough. But as the days passed, and he spent more time with Ella, he found himself wondering about the possibility of another child. A son, perhaps. Another daughter. The thought haunted him, and he couldn’t shake it.

He never told Y/N. He never even spoke about it, not aloud. He wasn’t sure how she would react. Would she think him mad? Would she want more children, or had she, like him, thought one was enough?

Severus’s gaze lingered on Ella for a long time, his thoughts swirling with uncertainty and hope.

As Ella grew older, the ache only grew stronger. But he kept it to himself. He didn’t want to bring it up, didn’t want to risk disrupting the quiet peace they had found in their little family.

One evening, Y/N and Ella were asleep. Severus stood by the window, gazing out at the darkened grounds of their home, lost in thought. His fingers brushed the edge of the windowsill as he stared out into the night.

What if they had another baby?

The thought seemed both impossible and deeply desirable at once. But he wasn’t sure he could handle the pressure. He wasn’t sure he was ready.

His fingers tightened on the sill, but the decision was still uncertain, and for now, he would keep it to himself.

For now, he would wait.

The night had settled over their home in a tranquil hush. The only sound was the soft crackling of the fire in the hearth, casting a gentle flicker of light across the darkened bedroom. Y/N was curled against Severus’s side, her breath steady and calm in the silence of their shared space. Ella, for once, was asleep in her crib beside them, the rhythmic sound of her breathing an almost comforting backdrop to the otherwise quiet evening.

Severus’s gaze rested on Y/N’s face, the soft contours illuminated by the firelight. There was a serene beauty in the way she slept—unburdened, content. He envied that peace. It had been several months since Ella’s birth, and while he had grown accustomed to the joys and trials of fatherhood, there were still moments when he found himself uncertain, questioning his place in this new life they had created.

His fingers traced the curve of Y/N’s shoulder, and she stirred slightly, a faint smile crossing her lips without fully waking. Her hand found his, and she squeezed it gently, a wordless acknowledgment of his presence beside her.

For a long while, Severus simply lay there, trying to calm the anxious thoughts that kept spinning in his mind. His heart—usually so guarded—had become more and more open with each passing day, and now, with the flickering fire and the soft rhythm of Y/N’s breathing, he knew there was something he needed to say. Something he had been too afraid to admit, even to himself.

He wanted another child.

The idea had lingered in his mind for weeks, growing steadily, quietly. He had always been hesitant about the idea of fatherhood, but now… now he found that the thought of Ella having a sibling—of their family growing—wasn't just a fleeting fancy. It was a longing.

He turned onto his side to face her, watching the rise and fall of her chest. He could feel the weight of the words pressing against his tongue. He needed to say it. He had to. And yet, as always, there was a lingering hesitation. What if she didn’t feel the same? What if she thought he was mad?

Y/N stirred once more, her eyes fluttering open to meet his. Her lips curved into a soft smile, and her voice was a quiet murmur in the darkened room. “Severus?”

“I’ve been thinking,” he began, his voice rough but steady, “about… something...”

Her brow furrowed in the dim light, and she shifted slightly, propping herself up on her elbow. There was a flicker of surprise in her eyes, but she said nothing, waiting for him to continue.

He swallowed, his pulse quickening as he spoke, his words tumbling out more quickly than he intended. “Ella’s growing up, and I…” He hesitated, trying to gather the right words. “I don’t know. I just—”

Before he could finish, a loud, shrill cry interrupted him.

Ella.

The sound of their daughter’s wailing echoed through the room, cutting through the tension between them like a knife. Severus froze, his words forgotten in the face of his daughter’s distress. Y/N immediately sat up, her hand already reaching for the edge of the bed.

“I’ll go,” she said, her voice soft but full of concern. “Stay here.”

“No,” Severus said, his voice sharper than he intended. “I’ll do it.” He swung his legs over the side of the bed, his feet touching the cold wooden floor with a soft thud.

Y/N looked at him for a moment, then nodded, though the expression on her face betrayed a hint of disappointment. “Alright.”

Severus stood, his body stiff with the weight of the unfinished conversation. He hesitated for just a moment, casting a glance back at Y/N. She had already settled back down on the bed, her hand resting lightly on the pillow as she waited for him to return.

With a deep sigh, Severus walked toward the crib, where Ella’s cries were growing louder by the second. He found her thrashing, her little hands reaching out toward him in the dark, her face scrunched up in discomfort. For a moment, he felt that familiar wave of helplessness wash over him. What had caused the crying this time?

“I’m here, Ella,” he murmured softly, reaching down to lift her into his arms. The moment her tiny body was against his chest, the crying slowed, though she still sniffled, rubbing her eyes with the back of her hand. Her small face looked up at him, her dark eyes locking with his, and for the briefest moment, Severus forgot all about his internal turmoil.

She was his daughter. She needed him.

His heartbeat slowed as he rocked her gently in his arms. Her tiny fingers curled around the fabric of his nightshirt, and the soothing rhythm of the moment seemed to ease some of the tightness in his chest.

As he stood there in the dark, holding Ella close, he realized something—he didn’t know what the future held. He didn’t know if Y/N would agree with his desire for another child. But he did know one thing: he wanted to try. He wanted to take that step with her. He didn’t want to regret not saying something.

He sighed softly, looking down at Ella, her cries subsiding into soft hiccups. He whispered a small lullaby under his breath, one his mother had sung to him when he was a boy, though he hadn’t thought of it in years. Ella’s eyelids fluttered, and within moments, she was asleep again in his arms, her tiny chest rising and falling with the slow, steady rhythm of deep slumber.

He placed her back gently in her crib, careful not to wake her again, and lingered for a moment by the side of the bed. The room was quiet again, save for the soft crackle of the fire.

He turned to find Y/N still lying there, her face now illuminated by the soft glow of the embers. There was a quiet sadness in her expression, and it tugged at something deep within him.

Severus hesitated for a long moment, still struggling to find the words. He took a deep breath, his mind racing.

But just as he was about to speak again, a sharp knock at the door cut through the stillness.

“Severus!” came a voice from the hallway—Professor McGonagall’s voice, urgent as always. “I apologize for disturbing you, but there’s a matter that requires your immediate attention.”

Severus cursed under his breath, his frustration mounting. Y/N gave him a sympathetic look, though she didn’t say anything. He stood still for a moment, his fingers curling into fists, before finally making his way to the door.

“I’ll return shortly,” he muttered to Y/N, though he knew it was unlikely he would be able to finish their conversation tonight. The thread of it was slipping away, tangled with interruptions he had no control over.

He opened the door to find McGonagall standing there, her face set with concern. "It's about the Order, Severus. We need your assistance immediately."

He nodded curtly, stepping out of the room. But as the door closed softly behind him, his heart sank. The opportunity to speak his mind—to share his desires with Y/N—had slipped through his fingers once again.

The night stretched on, filled with unspoken words and unfinished thoughts. Severus returned to their bedroom hours later, finding Y/N already asleep, her breathing slow and steady. Ella, too, was peacefully resting in her crib.

Severus stood in the doorway for a moment, watching them both. His heart still ached with the longing he had yet to voice. But for now, it seemed that silence would be his companion, and the desire for another child would remain just that—something unspoken, nestled in the quiet corners of his heart.

He sighed quietly and undressed, slipping into bed beside Y/N. He would try again, perhaps another time. But for now, he let the peace of the room settle around him, his thoughts drifting into a restless sleep.

The weeks passed in a blur of routine. Ella grew steadily, her giggles becoming more pronounced, her tiny hands reaching for new things, her little legs kicking with uncontained joy. Severus was still adjusting to the complexities of parenthood, and despite his initial reservations, he found himself more and more fascinated by Ella’s development.

Yet, as much as he tried to focus on the present—on the quiet joy of watching his daughter learn and grow—there was still the persistent pull at his heart. The thought of another child lingered like a shadow, growing clearer and more urgent with each passing day.

It was early one morning, just as the first rays of sunlight filtered through the curtains, when Severus finally decided he couldn’t keep this to himself any longer.

Y/N was still asleep beside him, her head nestled against his pillow, her breathing steady. Ella, in her crib, was still asleep as well, her tiny fingers curled around her soft blanket. Severus lay still for a moment, watching his wife. She looked peaceful, utterly content in the quiet of the morning.

He had spent so many nights lying next to her, wondering when the right moment would come. When he would finally be able to say the words that had been weighing on his mind for months. Every time he tried to speak, something would come up. Some distraction, some interruption, some reason that felt like a sign that he wasn’t ready to say it yet.

But now, in the calm of the morning, with everything still and quiet around them, he felt like he had no choice. He had to tell her. He couldn’t live with this uncertainty any longer.

Severus turned onto his side, gently facing her. His fingers reached out, brushing the soft strands of hair away from her face, his touch tender and tentative.

“Y/N,” he murmured softly, just above a whisper.

She stirred slightly but didn’t wake. He leaned in closer, his lips brushing the top of her head. “Y/N,” he repeated, a little louder this time.

Her eyelids fluttered open, and she blinked up at him, a slow smile spreading across her face as she saw him there, so close. Her hand instinctively reached for his, her fingers warm and soft. “Good morning,” she said, her voice low and still heavy with sleep. “What time is it?”

“Early,” Severus replied, though he didn’t truly care about the time. He needed to get to the point.

Y/N’s eyes narrowed slightly, a hint of concern crossing her features as she saw the expression on his face—more serious, more intense than usual. “Is something wrong?” she asked, her voice full of worry.

“No,” Severus said, his voice steady despite the flurry of emotions running through him. “But there’s something I’ve been meaning to talk to you about. Something important.”

Y/N’s expression softened, her hand squeezing his gently. “What is it, Severus? You know you can tell me anything.”

He swallowed, feeling the weight of her gaze on him. There was a time when he would have kept this hidden, when he would have buried his desires and fears deep inside, keeping them locked away. But now… now, with Y/N by his side, he didn’t want to hide anything anymore. She had always known him better than anyone else.

Severus took a slow breath and met her eyes. His voice was quiet but firm. “I’ve been thinking a lot about Ella lately,” he began, his gaze drifting toward their daughter’s crib, though his thoughts remained focused on Y/N. “About how fast she’s growing. How fast everything is changing.”

Y/N followed his gaze, her smile softening into something more contemplative. “She is growing so quickly,” she agreed quietly. “It’s hard to believe how much she’s already changed in just a few months.”

Severus nodded, then looked back at her. His chest felt tight as he continued, “I want to have another child.”

The words hung in the air between them, heavy with meaning. Y/N’s eyes widened slightly, a mix of surprise and something else—something he couldn’t quite read—crossing her face. She blinked, as though processing what he had said.

“You… want another baby?” she asked, her voice a little uncertain, but not in a way that suggested rejection. It was more like she was searching for clarification, trying to understand.

Severus nodded, though he felt his throat tighten as the words escaped him. “Yes. I never thought I would say this. I never thought I’d want it, but…” He trailed off, shaking his head slightly. “I do. I want another child. I want Ella to have a sibling. I want… I want our family to grow.”

Y/N’s gaze softened, her expression unreadable for a moment. She was silent for a long while, and Severus found himself unable to look away from her, his heart pounding in his chest. His words felt clumsy, rushed, and he was terrified of her response.

But then, after what seemed like an eternity, Y/N sat up slightly, her hand still resting gently in his. She studied him for a long time, her eyes searching his face as though weighing his sincerity, understanding the depth of what he was asking.

“You’ve thought this through?” she asked quietly, her voice calm but full of concern. “You’re sure about this?”

Severus hesitated for a moment, his eyes searching hers. “I’ve thought about it for months, Y/N. I’ve watched you with Ella, and I’ve seen the joy that she brings into our lives. I’ve seen how much love we have to give her… and I can’t help but think that there’s more of that love to give. I don’t know why, but…” His voice faltered slightly. “I feel that we’re not finished yet.”

Y/N’s eyes softened, and she let out a slow breath, as though processing the weight of his words. She reached out, cupping his face with her hand, her thumb brushing gently over his cheek.

“You know, Severus,” she said with a faint smile, “I’ve thought about it too.”

Severus blinked, his heart skipping a beat. He hadn’t expected her to say that. “You have?”

She nodded. “When Ella was born, I wasn’t sure how I’d feel about having another child. It felt overwhelming, the thought of going through all of that again. But…” She paused, her gaze tender. “As I watch her grow, I can’t help but feel like our family isn’t quite complete yet either. Like there’s room for more love, more laughter, more life.” She smiled softly. “So yes, I’ve thought about it. And I think I’d like that too. I’d like to try again.”

Severus felt his breath catch in his throat. He had braced himself for any number of responses—surprise, hesitation, even rejection—but this… this was more than he could have hoped for.

“You would?” he whispered, his voice thick with emotion.

Y/N’s smile deepened, and she nodded again. “Yes. But I think we should take it slowly. We need to be sure that we’re both ready for it. And we have to consider everything—the logistics, the time, everything. But I’m open to it, Severus. I want to have another child, too.”

Relief washed over him like a tidal wave, and before he could stop himself, he leaned forward and pressed a soft kiss to her forehead. He felt an overwhelming sense of gratitude in that moment. It was a feeling he hadn’t been sure he would ever experience—this kind of peace, this kind of certainty.

“I’m glad,” he murmured, his voice thick with emotion. “I’ve wanted to say this for so long. I wasn’t sure how you’d react… but now I know.”

Y/N reached up, cupping his face in both hands, her eyes bright with affection. “I love you, Severus. And whatever we decide, we’ll do it together.”

Severus’s heart swelled at her words, and he leaned into her touch, closing his eyes for a moment. It was more than he had ever dared to hope for.

For the first time in what felt like ages, he allowed himself to truly believe in the possibility of their future—of their growing family, of their love continuing to expand.

As the morning light brightened the room, the sound of Ella shifting in her crib broke the stillness, but this time, it didn’t feel like an interruption. It felt like the beginning of something new—something they would face together.

Severus smiled softly, his hand finding Y/N’s once more. And for the first time, he felt a deep, resounding sense of peace settle in his heart.

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Happy Halloween to those who celebrate !! 🎃

alternatively, happy james potter death day 😋

this piece kicked my ass. I don't know how to color well so i ended up having to recolor it several times 😭😭 Also, his patronus is pictured as a falcon. It's a headcanon of mine 😄